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Little Ladybird

A Performance Poem Based on the Tree-Scandal in Sheffield

I saw a ladybird,

Scuttling across a metal fence,

As its home is ripped from the soil,

Birds fly, as builders cry out “be careful”

The police stay on guard,

Whilst protestors contemplate how “thirty officers is a crowd”

But Amey keeps working, 17,500 trees to mow down,

When only a few are uprooting,

Council members flee,

Like birds flying from falling trees,

As people are sitting down, protesting about the devastation this is causing their community,

Sheffield, the city of steel, the city of green,

Its botanical gardens make a haven for tropical life,

Whilst a confident squirrel shocks you by how close it is, as it takes your food and runs up a tree,

The peace Gardens, the winter Gardens,

How I wandered through there in first year,

Got my coffee, and headed for my radio seminar,

The council takes pride in these tourist attractions, a pretty place to hide a dire distraction,

yet this same pride won't go down their throat,

As Amey takes her £2 Billion and walks away with half our trees, like a whole city, just got divorced by the biggest gold digger in the Western hemisphere,

As nature bares the brunt of it,

But it doesn't matter to Amey, she keeps going, more money to make, more green to take,

As if she's entitled to take from a planet that needs to breathe as much as we do.

We do what we can, but companies like this rip out mother nature's bronchi faster than the blue Macaws could escape,

The lung cancer of mother nature, are the humans who close their hearts to life, who look not with compassion as squirrels approach them in Britain,

Or look up to see howler monkeys swing from branches of Costa Rica.

If Nature could weep Gaia’s cries would be unending as another group of her children has died, as man's forests begin to spread, giant cities where foxes scavenge and stars hide behind the smog at night.

Our world is living, breathing entity, but right now she is choking, and police do nothing but arrest those who say “enough is enough” Well enough is enough!

Mother Nature is clinging to life, because we neglect our stewardship.

I saw a ladybird, but there were no leaves for it to eat, no place for it to sleep.

It starved because there were no trees. 

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